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Open Poetry #44

The Coffee Shop

amusemi
Senior Member

since 2001-12-08

Posts 1262
A State of Disarray

0 posted 2009-01-28 09:49 PM

It was the same every day.
She would take a booth and he the bar.
Sometimes in unison
Each removed then lit their cigarettes,
In ritual both taking a swig of coffee.

She would read the paper,
He would write for it,
His leather bound book at his side.

Both in love with stories.
Stories of places they had never been,
People they had never met.

Only…he was experiencing the adventure
The discovering of both.
Creating for his public,
The visions of life’s events.

To him, she was never seen
Dirty flaxen hair
And a coat full of wear
So invisible to the story tellers eyes.

Then on a day,
A day much like today,
She was taken into the mission.
Cleaned and scrubbed
Given clothes and grub
A bed to sooth her aching bones.

Charity gave her hope
And with money from a job
She stopped to have her coffee
And she was seen…

Sunshine

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